“The Program Can't Sustain”

I went back to a former day where tools
Worked fine for me – I see I’d been a fool
To think we could go back, reduce the pain;
We can’t – for former programs can sustain –

The weight of what we do, we’ve all moved on –
Two parents work; the jobs (low-end) are gone;
The former ways of using programs swift?
Left in the dust, no longer give us lift.

What got us here won’t take us home, my friend;
It washes down the tube, comes to an end,
For greed, and quest for power, play well until
That mountain of great wealth is just a hill.

Then we exchange – each Lazarus for Dives –
For gulf is fixed – we had a merry ride;
“Free” works okay as parasitic stance
’Till life implodes, then “poor” strips from “romance”.

“See all that joy on happy faces, kids?”
She asked – I almost choked – rich people’s fibs –
“The poor are happy, that’s what justifies
My wealth amongst great poverty” – what lies!

“I’m thanking God that Castro died at last”,
He said as we went home far from the blast
Of heartache, wrenching poverty; we’re “one”
Is kiss of death – myth of the rich – “I won!”

Veneer it is, this surface glaze of clay;
It’s been that way since Adam chose his way;
But now we teeter on the brink of hell,
Blind as a bat – we think we’re doing well.

It can’t sustain, it’s cracking under load
Of life lived on this mythic western road; –
A box of colored chips out on the floor
“Be sure to get blue chips, they’re worth much more”.

I thought another round was in the cards;
I’d improvise a way to gain some yards;
I erred – computer programs can’t sustain
This mythic life we’ve got – I can’t complain –

For seven decades we’ve had peace and joy;
Great comfort for our offspring – girls and boys
Don’t have to face the terrors of the night
As jets scream overhead, and soldiers fight.

Five decades now we’ve had to take a swipe
At chaos we’ve all left, to make things right;
Can’t say we’ve moved much further down the road –
The rich get richer; most have greater load.

Lord, thanks for what’s been done beneath the stars;
Thanks for the life You’ve given twixt Venus, Mars –
Third rock from sun, life midst expanding whirl
Of chaos – You sustain – and always will.

Thanks Lord for this.

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